Golden Flower

Lying lovely in bubbly tub

gushing in stillness

of good girl cleanse.

An urge to micturate,

the toilet stares cold.

Get up, dry off, tinkle,

wipe with paper

from macerated hand?

A retreat to listen

to the crackling laughter

of bubbles...

no stay, push the bounds.

Can I, should I, why not?

Shampoo bottle grabbed,

ingredients...

urea...

chemistry 101,

left brain satisfied.

A sigh, an urge,

hesitation and small

jolt of release.

Bubbles won't tell...

naughty naughty echoes

as it flows.

Intrigued, I duck 

under to sounds

of applause

from somewhere.

I freed myself

in golden flower...

another inhibition

eliminated.